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Whole Lotta Wickery
Shawny Binladen
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(EP on the Beat)
Yeah
Oh, I like this one, EP
(Pvyso, I love you)
Uh, whole lotta wickery
Them wick hours
Uh, yeah, uh, uh
I see an opp, closed curtains, grinch 'em
I just might get her a Birkin
Off of the Perc', man, this shit got me nervous
Just got a pint and this shit got me swervin', uh
Pop me a Perc' and I boot up
I'm in the woods and I stay with my 'ooter
9 Wick totin', I'm grinching with Buddha
Thirty round drum, yeah, the clip like a ruler, uh
Just got a G, call Bizzy
Slide on the opps, tell bro get busy
They got a thirty, but I keep me a fifty
Big Shawn Wick move tact', no kizzy, uh
Look at the chain, that's big rocks
Step in the trap, look left, that's 6 Block
Keep me a G, Shawn Wick don't kickbox
He not a hitter, that boy be on TikTok
And I trap house jump 'cause I got it in motion
Stay with the wolves, got me feelin' like Logan
Poppin' these Percs, goin' crazy, I'm rollin'
Bro got a 'Cat, but he drive it like he stole it
Ice on my wrist like the doc' said it's swollen
And they gotta free my Yellows, 'cause the crackers is on me
How you save that bitch, but she out here hoeing?
How you the plug, but I'm out here zoeing?
How you the 'ooter, but I'm out here toting?
Rollin', smokin' on yaya, it's potent
Son turned three, yeah, my little boy growin'
That's another reason why his pops ain't goin'
That's another reason why his pops be totin'
I spot an opp and I leave that boy floatin'
New wick piece and it look like the ocean
Walk with a G, yeah, I keep it in motion
Yeah
Free the fuckin' 'ooters, man
Free all the fuckin' 'ooters, man
Free the fuckin' Unit
Not G-Unit, nigga, free the Murder Unit, nigga
Get money
(EP on the beat)
Bizzy, haha, look, uh
Stack or starve, nigga, you better save
Rest in money to my young nigga Blaze
Trappin' hard, we got sixty-two ways (Pvyso, I love you)
Chrome Heart, we got Flava Flavs
Chrome spark if I do not get paid
Cozart, all we know is bang
Chief Keef, if you ain't get the name
I was down, but you don't know the pain
One pair of feets, ain't have boots for the rain
No money for cabs, I was hoppin' the train
You ain't put in work, so how you got stain?
You ain't got heat, so how you got flame?
I lost my bloodas, this shit ain't the same
They either dead or they stuck in the cage
I was out trappin', fuck minimum wage
Life changed, I get paid for the stage, uh, uh
Just wanna be rich, but I'm stuck in my ways
If the bin lit, we gon' buy the whole page
Before sidekicks, yeah, a nigga had aim
You don't like me, nigga, let that shit bang
In the trenches, shoot this shit like a range
Life make you grown, it don't care 'bout no age
I'm deep in these streets, I think we engaged
But she don't love me, we ain't on the same page
I hopped off the porch 'cause I had to get paid
My mama don't know what go on in my brain
I want to talk, but it's hard to explain
My father a gangster, shit run in my veins
That's why I do music, 'cause I cannot paint
I love my bitch, but she always complain
I was down, but I had to maintain
Now I'm up, I done bought a few chains
But I ain't happy 'cause I'm still feeling drained
We catch an opp, turn that boy to a strain
Bitch, we make movies, but don't entertain
GMTO structure, yeah, that's the campaign
You took a loss, but what did you gain?
If I have a son, then I'm calling him Saint
'Cause that's what he is at the end of the day, uh
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